The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [58]
He looked at her and gave her his disarming smile and said, “I’m the third oldest and you know everything there’s to know about me. But if there’s more you think you need to know, then I rather show you than tell you.”
“No, I think I have a pretty good idea of what you’re all about,” she said, determined not to be sidetracked. “What about the others?”
His smile widened to touch the corners of his lips. “Then there are the twins, Ian and Quade. They’re thirty-three. You spent time with Ian at our wedding. He was seriously involved a few years ago with a woman who worked as a deputy for Dare, but they broke up. I don’t know the reason they split, and as far as I know, he hasn’t gotten serious about another woman since then.”
He shifted their bodies and placed her on top of him. She felt his staff had grown as he entered her. She felt stretched, hot and ready. “My brother Quade works for the Secret Service. We barely know where he is most of the time, and when he comes home we know not to ask any questions. And last but not least, there is Reginald, whom we call Reggie. He’ll be turning thirty later this year. He owns his own accounting firm in downtown Atlanta.”
Savannah lifted her head. She had heard the love, the respect and the closeness in Durango’s voice when he’d spoken of his brothers. “Now what about your—”
“I’m through talking for a while.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”
“Yes.”
She smiled. “So what would you like to do?”
He grinned and the sexual chemistry between them was immediate and powerful. “I’d like you to perfect that skill I taught you earlier.”
Twelve
D urango woke up on Monday morning with an ache in his right knee. Although a glance out the window indicated a clear day he knew the ache was a sign that a snowstorm was coming.
Being careful not to wake Savannah he eased out the bed and went into the bathroom. The moment the door closed behind him he took a deep breath and met his dark gaze in the vanity mirror. Except for the remnants of sleep still clinging to his eyes, he looked the same. Okay, he admitted he did need a shave. But there was something going on inside him that he couldn’t see. It was something he could feel and it was something the depth of which he had never felt before.
Not even for Tricia.
At the thought of the one woman who had caused him so much pain, he felt…nothing. Not that ache that used to surround his heart, nor the little reminders of the heartbreak that he had survived. What he felt now was an indescribable fulfillment, one that was new but welcome. It was a fulfillment that Savannah had given him. A warm feeling that she had miraculously placed in his heart.
In a short period of time, being around her, spending time with her and getting to know her, Savannah Claiborne had done something no other woman had been able to do. She had taken his heartache away. She had opened new doors for him, passionate doors, doors filled with trust, faith, hope and love.
Love.
That one word suddenly made him feel disoriented. But just as quickly, he came to the realization that he did love Savannah. He loved everything about her, including the baby she was carrying. And he wanted them both, here with him, and not just temporarily, but for always. He didn’t want their marriage to end. Ever.
He sighed deeply, admitting that Jared had been right. His heart had been putty in the hands of the right woman.
Savannah’s hands.
Now, the big question was, what was he going to do about it? He’d had a hard enough job selling her the idea of a temporary marriage; she would probably fight him tooth and nail if he brought up the idea of a permanent one. But he would. Tonight. If he had to he would catch her at one of her weakest moments.
He would do whatever it took to win Savannah’s heart.
Savannah waited for the mail with excitement. Her boss had indicated that he would be sending the contract for her to sign for the proposal she had submitted for the calendar and documentary. Already, several of Durango’s coworkers, eager to participate, had volunteered.
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